….where art thou going oh gods of kayaking,“i go out in the tops of mountain ponds”,who is the one that you paddle along with by your side,“i paddle with the love of my heart who longs with me….”

”—-and so i turned the page to write again some words of wood—-”

....and so the gods came down to play amongst a colored backdrop,completed with water that still holds dreams of blue liquid desire,my ‘lady of the pond’ she speaks and calls forth my name,till in my soul i only as of yet saw that my heart had pluperfect….

”—-and so i turned the page to write again some words of wood—-”

....mountain views are not for the faint of heart who sigh today,since tis in this realm of gods and those who dream aloud,it can be said that hearts of two can beat as the silence of one,till in my absence what was gained is covered as golden hue….

This time of year Nature puts on a stunning display in your area. Try as we may there is simply no way that we could hope to emulate this artistry. You are a blessed to be able to participate in this beautiful display. Enjoy!!!

Thanks for sharing.

-- Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful- Joshua Marine

could be parts of Scotland well done poem is beautiful my wife does poetry.She also writes books and has just had her fourth published and is making a deal on her fifth look up under Bronwen Hosie author in Google.Alistair well done again

Nothing quite like paddling the kayak in the early morning with the water like glass…perhaps a loon quietly breaking the surface a paddle’s length away. Although fall is my least favourite season, there are beautiful aspects to it. I used to live close to the Red River and did a lot of fishing…okay feeding worms to fish LOL… along the shore.

-- "Checking for square? What madness is this! The cabinet is square because I will it to be so!" Jeremy Greiner LJ Topic#20953 2011 Feb 2